Labas, ateities aš. Kai gausi šį laišką, man turėtų būti... aštuoniolika metų. Su artėjančiu devynioliktuoju gimtadieniu. Dar tebeklausau Radiohead, Muse, The Beatles, Nirvana, RHCP?...
Labas, Beata,
tau rašo Beata iš ateities. Ar kada nors pagalvojai, kad gali sulaukti laiško iš manęs? Turbūt dabar galvoji, kad tai žiaurus pokštas, deja, ne.
Rašau nes noriu...
Dear Myself,
Today is a fucked up day. You smash a plate to your cat, Darwin, and one of your favorit low cup with a little flower on the side. There is half of tea in it, but you smash it...
It's all over now.
Everything is black and white.
First there was something, then there was nothing.
Goodbye Mom.
I can't wait until the day l can hug you again.
Dear Brendan. It's Brendan. Call up Kylie. You're getting retarded fo your 21st! Happy birthday. :) Hopefully all is well. Love, past Brendan. (11/7/11)



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